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Jesus

By Vicente Manuel Muñoz Milchorena (Vico Surge)

At home a family sits down for dinner and thank Jesus for it.

At some forgotten field, a Mexican man named Jesus removes his hat, cleans the sweat off from his forehead and silently thanks them for his job, in which he makes a dollar for every box of vegetables he picks up from the earliest hour of the morning to the last drop of the beautiful sun that becomes unbearable during the midday, this is his American Dream as an undocumented worker running away from a country that gave him no opportunities and is at war with itself.

4 comments

Pelethites said:

Short and sweet, in my mind I switched from Jesus the Son of God to Jesus as in Hey Zeus in the space of a sentence.

Don’t know if that’s what you were going for and if I actually made sense there, but I try.

4 months ago
- Vicente Manuel Muñoz Milchorena (Vico Surge) said:
  
  I was trying to make a little mention of those men who work hard under the veil of the American Dream and have to take a lot of crap without any sorts of credit aside from a miserable pay check if any.
  
  4 months ago
  - Pelethites said:
    
    I see what you mean
    
    4 months ago
    - Vicente Manuel Muñoz Milchorena (Vico Surge) said:
      
      The idea basically comes from a picture I saw, thought it would be a good to speak about it.
      
      4 months ago